Every year Mad Dog and I embark on our annual Buckeye Cruise for Cancer. It is a cherished trip as it supports cutting edge research and cancer care, but also happens to be a giant party with hundreds of Ohio State Buckeye fans. You can learn more about this awesomeness here:
Through the years, my relationship to this getaway has shifted. It still requires weeks of planning and preparation, even at this stage in the parenting game, but it is so much easier. I trust my boys to be active and willing participants in the care of our home, our dogs and most importantly, themselves. They did not disappoint. They received a glowing review from our dear friend who kindly watched over them while we were away. Full disclosure, T.Puzzle promised that they saved their worst behavior for me. Specifically me. Not Mad Dog. Me.
He’s not wrong.
Despite some sibling rivalry flare-ups upon our return, I felt grateful having us all together again. My heart was happy knowing I genuinely missed them but more importantly, that I looked forward to seeing them. I don’t take this for granted. I don’t take anything for granted. They are teenagers. I have no idea what could happen next, but for right now, for this day, for this moment, when the four of us are together, it feels like magic.
Some fun-filled past memories.